As the old maxim goes: ‘What goes up must come down’, and so it was that we began the treacherous decent down Mt. Fuji at the perfectly sociable hour of 05:45. As there was a 09:00 bus to catch I risked life and limb in scrambling down the mountainside, ‘taking’ Linden and Ben (not Ben and Linden) along for the ride with me. The fact that there was a 09:30 bus was irrelevant, as that would mean losing half an hour of a perfectly salvageable day, sleep deprivation induced hallucinations not withstanding.
Unfortunately it turned out that sleep-deprived hallucinations could not be withstood, and so the rest of the ‘salvageable day’ was to be spent in a bizarre state of limbo, constantly nodding off and waking up. For some unknown reason, each time I did this I woke up thinking that I was in the middle of a Japanese-speaking exam, and so started spouting random pieces of (not very good) Japanese at the nearest wall. At any rate it was good practice for what essentially will be taking place at school tomorrow.